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WORLD   AT    WORK   SERIES 

Edited  by   SAMUEL  T.  DUTTON 
Teachers  College,  Columbia  University 


FISHING    AND    HUNTING 


BY 


SARAH   M.   MOTT 

TEACHER   IN    THE    ETHICAL   CULTURE   SCHOOL,    NEW   YORK   CITY 
AND 

MAUDE   BARROWS   DUTTON 


NEW  YORK  •:•  CINCINNATI  •:•  CHICAGO 

AMERICAN    BOOK    COMPANY 


Copyright,  1905,  by 
SAMUEL  T.   BUTTON. 

Entered  at  Stationers'  Hall,  London. 

world  at  work.    i. 


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PREFACE 

This  book  is  written  for  the  youngest  children  in 
school.  Its  stories  are  about  people  who  are  interesting 
because  they  are  in  a  certain  sense  children  of  the  race. 
Their  sports  and  their  work  are  more  simple  than  those 
of  the  people  who  are  about  us. 

It  is  believed  that  these  stories  will  aid  the  child  in 
understanding  better  what  he  sees  from  day  to  day,  and 
that  he  will  make  instructive  comparisons.  This  little 
book  is  the  first  of  a  series  which  has  as  its  purpose  to 
describe  in  a  somewhat  comprehensive  way  the  activities 
of  the  race  through  the  several  stages  of  culture  to  the 
time  when  men  became  explorers  and  discovered  and 
settled  the  American  continent.  The  later  volumes  will 
show  how  geographic  conditions  have  affected  life  in  the 
colonies  and  how  the  same  conditions  have  determined 
the  industrial  development  of  the  nation.  The  aim  of 
these  stories  is  therefore  twofold :  first,  to  provide  good 
reading  lessons,  and  second,  to  lay  the  foundations  of 
social  training. 

If  the  pupils  have  read  one  standard  reader  before 
undertaking  these  stories,  they  will  not  seem  too  difficult. 

No  suggestions  are  made  as  to  method,  excepting  that 
here,  as  elsewhere,  the  use  of  phonics  will  be  found  help- 
ful, and  the  more  difficult  words  should  be  specially 
taught. 

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The  hand  work  suggested  at  the  end  of  the  book  should 
be  regarded  as  an  important  feature.  Such  correlation 
gives  more  meaning  and  value  both  to  the  reading  and 
the  hand  work.  In  selecting  the  illustrations  great  care 
has  been  taken  to  have  them  authentic  as  well  as  in  har- 
mony with  the  text.  In  order  to  make  the  environment 
of  these  primitive  people  still  more  vivid,  the  use  of  the 
stereopticon  and  the  stereoscope  is  recommended. 

Acknowledgments  are  due  to  Miss  Lucy  H.  Weiser,  of 
Teachers  College,  for  assistance  in  outlining  the  hand 
work ;  to  Dr.  Hermon  C.  Bumpus  and  his  associates  in 
the  American  Museum  of  Natural  History,  New  York, 
for  the  illustrations  on  pages  8,  9, 11,  20,  22,  23,  27,  32,  36, 
39,  40,  41,  81,  89,  91,  96,  98,  100,  102,  107,  108,  111,  112, 
116  ;  and  to  Dr.  Otis  T.  Mason,  Curator  of  Anthropology 
in  the  United  States  National  Museum,  for  valuable  assist- 
ance in  securing  illustrative  material,  including  the  pic- 
tures on  pages  14,  15,  16,  24,  38,  53,  58,  59,  60,  67,  90,  97. 

S.  T.  D. 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

In  Eskimo  Land  with  Hans 7 

In  the  Woods  with  Red  Feather 43 

In  the  Philippines  with  Tondo      ......  69 

In  Alaska  with  Ola 93 


IN   ESKIMO    LAND    WITH   HANS 


IN    ESKIMO    LAND   WITH    HANS 


Seven  little  snowbirds, 
Sitting  in  the  snow, 

Live  in  the  far  North, 
Where  the  winds  blow. 

8 


Seven  little  snowbirds, 

Singing  soft  and  low, 
"  Come,  little  boys  and  girls, 

To  the  land  of  snow." 

2 

Here  we  are  in  snow  land. 

"  Good  morning,  Hans.      Are  you  a  little 
snow  boy  ? " 

"  No  ;  I  am  a  real,  live  boy. 

A  snow  boy  melts  in  the  sun. 

I  do  not  melt. 

A  snow  boy  has  a  white  face. 

My  skin  is  brown. 

My  cheeks  are  red. 

A  snow  boy  cannot  run. 

I  can  run  and  jump. 

So  I  am  not  a  snow  boy. 

But  I  live  in  snow  land. 

I  live  where  it  is  very  cold. 

There  is  snow  and  ice  nearly  all  the  year. 

That  is  why  I  wear  a  fur  suit. 

My  fur  suit  keeps  me  as  warm  as  a  snow- 
bird." 

9 


Hans  has  a  fur  hood. 

He    pulls     it     over    his 
head. 

He  pulls  on  his  sealskin 
boots. 

Hans's      mother      made 
them. 

She   made   his    fur  mit- 
tens, too. 

Hans's  ten  brown  fingers 
hide  in  the  fur  mittens. 
They  are  hiding  from  Jack  Frost. 
Hans    runs    out 


in 


the 


to     play 
snow. 

"Ha,  ha!"  he 
laughs.  "Jack 
Frost  cannot  find 
my  fingers. 

Jack  Frost  cannot  find  my  toes. 

Run  away,  Jack  Frost. 

I  will  throw  snowballs  at  you." 

But  Jack  Frost  runs  after  Hans. 

10 


He  sees  Hans's  brown  nose. 
He  takes  one  little  bite  of  Hans's  nose. 
Oh,  naughty  Jack  Frost ! 
Run  home,  Hans,  or  Jack  Frost  will  bite 
you  again. 


Hans  runs  home  to  his  snow  house. 
Down  he  goes  on  his  hands  and  knees. 
He  crawls  in  like  a  little  bear. 
Did  you  ever  make  a  snow  house  ? 
Hans's  father  built  his  house. 
He  built  it  of  cakes  of  ice. 
Do  you  know  why  he  did  not  build  it  of 
wood? 

11 


He  built  it  of  ice  because  there  are  no  trees 
in  snow  land. 

He  had  no  glass  for  the  windows. 
So  he  made  the  windows  of  ice. 
Hans  lives  in  the  snow  house  all  winter. 
It  is  warm  inside  the  snow  house. 
Jack  Frost  cannot  come  in. 


"  Mother !  Mother !  "  calls  Hans. 
"  Jack  Frost  bit  my  nose." 
"  Oh,  poor  nose,"  says  his  mother.     "  Come 
in  and  warm  it." 

There  are  no  chairs  in  the  snow  house. 
But  there  is  a  long  ice  bench. 
It  is  covered  with  sealskin. 
Hans  climbs  up  on  the  bench. 
He  pulls  off  his  fur  mittens. 
How  cold  his  ten  fingers  are ! 
His  mother  pulls  off  his  wet  boots. 
She  hangs  them  by  the  lamp  to  dry. 
Hans  smells  meat  cooking. 
It  is  seal  meat. 
Hans  likes  seal  meat. 

12 


He  forgets  his  cold  nose. 

How  hungry  he  is ! 

He  watches  his  mother  cook  dinner. 

You  may  see  her  in  the  picture. 

She  has  no  wood  to  burn. 

She  has  no  coal. 

She  has  no  stove,   and  so  she  must  cook 
dinner  over  a  lamp. 

Did   you  ever    see 
such  a  queer  lamp  % 

It  does  not  look  like 
the  lamps  we  use. 

It  looks  like  a  big  stone  dish. 

The  lamp  is  filled  with  seal  oil. 

13 


6 


The  lamp  wick  is  made  of  moss. 

Hans  digs  under  the  snow  for  the  moss. 

Sometimes  he  feeds  it  to  his  reindeer. 

That  is  why  it  is  called  reindeer  moss. 

The  lamp  keeps  the  snow  house  warm. 

It  cooks  Hans's  dinner,  too. 

He  watches  his  mother  turn  the  meat. 

When  it  is  done,  Hans  eats 
it  with  his  fingers. 


"  Guess  who  I  am. 
No ;  I  am  not  a  little  boy. 
I  am  a  little  girl. 
Hans  calls  me  'Baby  Naka.' 
I  am  Hans's  little  sister. 
Here  comes  my  carriage  to 
take  me  to  ride. 

My  carriage  is  my  mother's 
fur  hood. 
I  ride  on  my  mother's  back. 
The  hood  is  just  big  enough  for  me. 
I  sit  in  it,  and  my  mother  carries  me." 

14 


8 


Naka  peeps  out  of  the  hood  and  laughs  at 
Hans. 

"  See  my  top,"   cries  Hans.     "  Watch  me 
spin  it ! " 

He  spins  it  between  his  brown  hands. 

Round  and   round   it 
spins. 

Naka's     black     eyes 
watch   it    spin. 

Then  her  little  head 
grows  heavy. 

Hush!     she     is     fast 
asleep. 

Fast  asleep  in  the  big 
hood. 

9 

Many  winters  passed. 
Naka   grew   to   be   a 
big   girl. 

To-day  she  is  five  years  old. 
She  cannot  ride  in  the  hood  any  more. 
Happy  birthday,  little  Naka. 

15 


10 

What  do  you  think  Naka  did  on  her  birth- 
day? 

She  woke  up  very  early. 
"  Oh !     Oh !     Oh !  "  she  cried,  "  Wake  up, 
Hans. 

See  the  new  dolly. 
I    found    it    sleeping    here 
beside  me. 

Oh !  I  love  my  new  dolly. 
It  has  a  dress  just  like  mine. 
Mother,  did  you  make  my 
doll's  pretty  dress  %  " 

"  Yes,  little  Naka,  and  papa 
made  the  dolly. 

He  carved  her  out  of  bone." 
"I   have   a   present,   too,   for   Naka,"   said 
Hans. 

He  took  something  out  of  his  fur  pocket. 


11 


It  was  the  soft,  gray  skin  of  a  mouse. 
"  I  caught  the  mouse  myself,  Naka. 
Now  you  can  make  a  hood  for  your  doll." 

16 


Naka  ran  to  get  her  thimble. 

What  do  you  think  it  was  made  of? 

It  was  made  of  sealskin. 

She  brought  her  fur  needlebook. 

Then  she  took  out  her  bone  needle. 

Her    mother    threaded     it     with    reindeer 
sinew. 

Naka    cut  holes  in  the  mouseskin  with    a 
little  awl. 

In  and  out  went  the  bone  needle. 

"  It  is  dolly's  birth- 
day, too,"  said  Naka. 

"  She  must  have  a 
birthday  present ;  so  I 
will  make  her  a  fur 
hood." 

Hans    played    beside    Naka    on    the    ice 
bench. 

He  played  with  Blackie. 

Blackie  is  Hans's  toy  bear. 

Hans   was   making  a  harness    for  Blackie 
from  some  pieces  of  sealskin.  ? 

"  By  and  by,"  he  said,  "  I  will  make  a  sled 
for  Blackie. 

WORLD    AT    WORK    I. 2  17 


Then  dolly  shall  go  to  ride." 

Hans  worked  hard  on  his  harness. 

Naka  sewed  fast  on  dolly's  hood. 

Their  mother  was  sewing,  too. 

"  Listen,  children,"  she  said.     "  I  will  tell 

you  a  story. 

12 

"  Once  upon  a  time  a  little  baby  bear  was 
lost  in  the  waod. 

He  hunted  and  hunted,  but  could  not  find 
his  way  home. 

At  last  a  good  woman  found  him. 

She  took  him  home  to  her  snow  house. 

She  gave  him  a  bowl  of  reindeer  milk. 

Many  years  the  little  bear  lived  with  the 
old  woman. 

He  grew  to  be  a  fine  large  bear. 

Every  day  he  went  to  the  woods  to  hunt. 

Every  night  he  brought  back  food. 

Sometimes  it  was  a  wild  duck. 

Sometimes  it  was  a  seal. 

So  the  fcld.  woman  had  plenty  to  eat. 

But  the  men  in  the  village  did  not  like  the 
bear. 

18 


The  bear  could  hunt  better  than  the  men 
could. 

'  We  will  kill  him/  they  said. 

But  the  woman  heard  them. 

She  waited  till  the  bear  came  home. 

Then  she  whispered  in  his  ear  and  said  to 
him :  — 

1  You  must  run  away,  my  good  bear. 

The  men  will  kill  you  if  you  stay  here.' 

Big  tears  rolled  down  the  bear's  cheeks. 

But  at  night  he  went  away. 

13 

"  He  went  back  to  live  with  the  other  bears. 

But  he  never  forgot  the  good  woman. 

Sometimes  he  came  back  at  night  to  the 
snow  house. 

He  would  creep  in  softly. 

He  did  not  wake  the  old  woman. 

But  in  the  morning  she  would  find  some 
seal  meat  on  the  table. 

She  knew  the  good  bear  had  been  there. 

She  lived  many,  many  years. 

But  the  bear  never  forgot  her." 

19 


14 

Hans  has  a  sled. 
It  is  not  red  like  your  sled. 
It  is  made  of  bone. 
His  father  made  it  for  Hans. 
Hans  and  Naka  slide  down  hill. 
They  have  a  pair  of  reindeer  antlers. 
Sometimes  they  set  them  in  the  snow. 
Then  they  get  on  their  sled. 
Away  flies  the  sled  across  the  snow. 
Do  you  think  they  will  slide  between  the 
antlers  % 


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15 


"  Bow-wow,  bow-wow." 
"  Good  morning,  little  dog ;  who  are  you 

20 


1" 


"  I  am  Hans's  little  dog,  Sammie. 

I  am  just  as  old  as  Hans. 

When  Hans  was  a  baby  I  was  a  puppy. 

I  slept  in  the  snow  house,  too. 

Now  I  am  a  big  dog. 

I  sleep  with  the  other  dogs. 

We  have  a  bed  in  the  snow  house  tunnel. 

I  take  care  of  Hans. 

I  draw  his  sled  for  him. 

I  love  my  little  master,  bow-wow." 

16 

"  Wake  up,  Hans,  breakfast  is  ready." 
Hans    rolled    out    from    under    the    bear- 
skin. 

Ooglit  was  eating  his  breakfast. 
Ooglit  is  Hans's  father. 
Out  in  the  snow  the  dogs  were  barking. 
Ooglit  had  thrown  them  some  meat. 
"  Just  hear  them  bark,  Naka,"  cried  Hans. 
"  Each  dog  wants  the  biggest  piece." 
Ooglit  finished  his  breakfast. 
He  pulled  on  his  long,  fur  boots. 
Beside  him  lay  his  harpoon. 

21 


"  Oh,  father,  are  you  going  hunting  ?  " 
"  Yes,  Hans,  bring  me  my  whip. 
Now  come,  my  boy,  and  help  harness  the 
dogs." 

Ooglit's  sled  stood  ready  outside. 

It  was  covered  with  a  black  bearskin. 


17 

Ooglit  put  his  harpoon  on  the  sled. 
Then  he  whistled  to  the  dogs. 


The  ten  little  dogs  trotted  to  the  sled. 

Each  one  stood  in  his  place. 

Pete  was  the  leader. 

He  stood  proudly  at  the  head. 

Ooglit  and  Hans  put  on  the  harness. 

Then  Ooglit  jumped  on  the  sled. 

He  snapped  his  whip. 

"  Away,  Pete,"  he  cried. 

And  away  they  went  across  the  snow. 

Hans  watched  them  out  of  sight. 

22 


Then  he  ran  in  to  breakfast. 

He  wished  he,  too,  could  go  hunting. 


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18 

Ooglit  rode  far  across  the  snow. 

It  was  very,  very  still. 

The  stars  were  shining. 

The  sun  does  not  shine  in  winter  in  snow 
land. 

It  was  a  long,  long  ride* 

At  last  Ooglit  stopped  the  dogs. 

They  were  very  tired. 

Their  red  tongues  hung  out  of  their  mouths. 

Ooglit  turned  his  sled  over. 

There  was  a  pair  of  antlers  fastened  to  the 
sled. 

Do  you  know  what  antlers  are  ? 

They  are  the  horns  of  a  reindeer. 

23 


Ooglit  dug  the  antlers  into  the  snow. 
They  held  the  sled  there. 

Now  the  nine  little  dogs 
could  not  run   away. 

Ooglit   took     Pete   with 
him. 

Pete  ran  about  over  the 


snow. 

At  last  he  gave  a  short 
bark. 

Ooglit  ran  to  him. 
Pete  was  standing  by  a 
little  mound  of  snow. 
"  Have  you  found  a  seal,  Pete  ?  " 
Pete  wagged  his  tail. 
Ooglit  dug  down  into  the  mound. 


19 

Soon  he  came  to  a  hole. 
He  could  see  the  water  below. 
He  knew  it  was  a  seal  hole. 
He  tied  Pete  with  the  other  dogs. 
Then  he  went  back  to  the  hole. 
He  put  back  the  soft  snow. 

24 


Then  he  waited  a  long,  long  time. 

He  knew  the  seal  was  in  the  water. 

By  and  by  the  seal  would  come  back  to  its 
hole. 

This  was  its  air  hole,  where  it  would  come 
to  blow  for  air. 


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Ooglit     stood     very     still     by     the     snow 
mound. 

He  stood  watching  for  the  seal. 
He  held  his  harpoon  ready. 
At  last  the  seal  came  back. 
Ooglit  heard  it  blowing. 
He  threw  his  harpoon  hard. 
Down  it  went  through  the  snow  mound. 

25 


20 

It  hit  the  poor  seal. 

The  seal  tried  to  swim  away. 

But  Ooglit  held  fast  to  the  harpoon  cord. 

He  pushed  away  the  soft  snow  again. 

Then  he  pulled  in  the  seal. 

That  was  the  way  Ooglit  caught  the 
seal. 

The  little  dogs  barked. 

"  We  will  have  a  good  supper/'  they 
said. 

Ooglit  put  the  seal  on  the  sled. 

He  covered  it  with  the  bearskin. 

Then  he  sat  on  top  himself. 

"  Home,  Pete,"  he  cried. 

The  ten  little  dogs  jumped  forward. 

There  was  no  road  to  follow,  but  Pete  knew 
the  way. 

So  Ooglit  came  home  with  his  seal. 

21 

Hans  saw  the  dog  sled  coming. 
He  ran  into  the  snow  house. 
"  Father  is  coming,"  he  cried. 

26 


His  mother  put  more  oil  in  the  lamp. 
She  began  to  cook  the  soup. 
"  Father  will  be  very  hungry,"  she  said. 
"  He  must  have  a  warm  supper." 
Hans  cut  up  some  meat  for  the  dogs. 
"  They  will  be  hungry,  too,"  he  said. 


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"  Here  they  are  now. 
I  can  hear  Pete  barking." 
He  ran  to  the  door. 
"  Mother,  mother,"  he  called. 
"  Father  and  the  dogs  are  here. 
Father  has  killed  a  seal. 
I  can  see  it  on  the  sled." 

27 


22 

What   do  you  think  Ooglit  did  with  the 
seal? 

First,  he  took  off  the  skin. 

Have  you  ever  seen  a  sealskin  ? 

It  is  very  soft  and  warm. 

Ooglit  gave  it  to  Hans's  mother. 

"  Our    little    Hans    is    growing    fast,"    he 
said. 

"  His  old  suit  is  too  small. 

This  will  make  him  a  new  suit. 

Here  is  meat,  too,  for  us  all." 

He  cut  off  the  big  pieces  of  seal  meat. 

Then  he  dug  a  hole  in  the  snow. 

He  hid  the  meat  there. 

Wasn't  that  a  funny  ice  chest  % 

"  Can    Sammie    have    some    meat,    too  % " 
asked  Hans. 

"  Yes  ;    Sammie  and  all  the  little  dogs  shall 
have  plenty  to  eat. 

And  here  is  fresh  oil  for  the  lamp." 

"  I  like  the  nice  seal,"  said  Naka. 

"  We  get  so  many  good  things  from  him. 

How  could  we  live  without  the  seal  %  " 

28 


23 

Ooglit  went  out  to  see  his  reindeer. 

You  should  see  what  a  large  herd  of  reindeer 
he  has. 

Hans  cannot  count  them. 

The  reindeer  are  very  good  to  Ooglit. 

They  give  him  milk. 

They  give  milk  for  Hans  and  Naka,  too. 

Sometimes  Ooglit  eats  reindeer  meat. 

Do  you  remember  what  he  does  with  the 
antlers  % 

Do  vou  remember  what  Hans  and  Naka  do 

%j 

with  them  % 


Naka  has  a  little  spoon. 
It  is  made  of  reindeer  bone. 
Is  it  not  a  pretty  spoon  % 
Naka's  father  carved  it  for  her. 
He  carved  a  picture  on  it. 
Can  you  guess  what  the  picture  is  % 
It  looks  like  reindeer  moss. 

29 


24 


"  Where  are  you  going,  little  Naka  %  " 
"  I  am  taking  a  ride  on  my  reindeer." 
"  But  are  you  not  afraid  %  " 


"  Oh,  no  ;  father  will  lead  the  reindeer. 

Hear  the  bell  jingle. 

The  bell  is  on  the  reindeer's  neck. 

Go  along,  reindeer. 

I  will  not  fall  off. 

I  will  sit  quite  still. 

The  reindeer  will  not  go  very  fast. 

Good-by." 

30 


25 

Ooglit  went  hunting  very  often. 
He  caught  so  many  seals  that  he  could  not 
use  all  the  skins. 

"  I  will  go  to  the  trader's/'  he  said. 
"  He  will  buy  the  sealskins." 
He  tied  the  sealskins  to  the  sled. 


He  tied  on  his  trunk,  too. 
Can  you  guess  what  his  trunk  was  ? 
It  was  a  baby  sealskin. 
Ooglit's  dinner  was  in  the  trunk. 
He  would  be  hungry  before  night. 
Then    he    harnessed    a    reindeer    to    the 
sled. 

On  he  jumped. 

The  skins  made  a  soft  seat. 

31 


"  Good-by,  Naka  and  Hans/'  he  called. 
He  rode  a  long  way  across  the  snow. 


At  last  he  came  to  the  trader's  house. 

The  trader  bought  the  skins. 

He  filled  Ooglit's  trunk. 

Then  Ooglit  drove  home  very  fast. 

26 

Hans  was  playing  on  the  ice  bench. 

Suddenly  he   saw    Ooglit    crawling  in  the 
door. 

He  saw  the  trunk  was  full. 

"  Oh,  father,  is  there  something  for  me  ?  " 
he  cried. 

Ooglit  drew  out  a  knife. 

"  Oh,  it's  mine !    it's    mine !  "    cried  happy 
Hans. 

32 


"  Now,  Naka,  put  in  your  hand,"  said  Ooglit. 
"  Draw  out  something  hard  and  round." 
"  Oh,    a   new   bell   for   my   reindeer,"  said 
Naka. 

"  And  here  is  some  red  worsted  for  mother. 
Oh,  father,  you  are  just  like  Santa  Claus." 


27 
What  a  big  white  bear ! 
"Tell  us,  good  bear,  do  you  live  in  snow 
land?" 

"  Yes,  I  live  in  snow  land, 

I  live  in  a  cave  under  the  snow. 

There  are  four  little  bear  cubs  in  the  cave. 

WORLD    AT    WORK    I. 3  33 


I  have  long  white  hair  to  keep  me  warm. 

See  my  big  paws. 

They  are  covered  with  long  hair. 

I  do  not  slip  on  the  ice. 

Now  I  am  going  hunting. 

I  must  find  some  breakfast  for  my  cubs." 

28 

One  day  Hans  was  outdoors. 

He  was  playing  in  the  snow. 

He  saw  a  bear. 

At  first  he  thought  it  was  a  snowdrift. 

Then  he  saw  it  come  nearer  and  nearer. 

Hans  was  afraid. 

He  ran  home  to  the  snow  house  and  crawled 
in  very  fast. 

"  A  bear !  a  bear !  "  he  cried. 

Ooglit  was  not  afraid. 

He  caught  the  bear. 

But  he  did  not  kill  him. 

He  sold  the  bear  to  some  strange  men. 

They  took  the  bear  away  in  a  big  ship. 

For    many    weeks    the    bear    sailed    and 
sailed. 

34 


He  was  coming  to  America. 

Do  you  know  what  the  men  did  with 
him? 

Perhaps  you  have  seen  him  in  Central 
Park. 

The  bear  does  not  like  to  live  in  a  cage. 

He  wishes  to  be  back  in  snow  land. 


29 


Spring  is  coming. 
The  ice  is  melting. 
Ooglit  can  go  sailing  now. 


He  has  a  light  boat. 
Ooglit  calls  it  a  "  kayak." 
He  can  carry  it  on  his  back. 
He  carries  it  down  to  the  water. 
He  has  his  lance  too. 
Ooglit  is  going  hunting. 
He  will  hunt  for  a  walrus. 
The  walrus  lives  in  the  sea  and  on  the  ice. 

35 


What  is  this  funny  balloon  ? 

It  is  not  a  balloon.     It  is  a  float. 

Ooglit  made  it  from  a  baby-seal  skin. 


It  is  full  of  air,  so  that  it  can  float  in  the 
water. 

Ooglit  takes  it  with  him  in  the  boat. 
Wait  and  see  what  he  does  with  it. 

30 

Ooglit  puts  the  kayak  in  the  water. 

He  sits  in  the  opening. 

He  buttons  the  sealskin  around  him. 

He  will  not  get  wet. 

Off  he  sails. 

36 


There  are  big  blocks  of  ice  in  the  river. 
Ooglit  sails  among  them. 
At  last  he  sees   a  black    spot    on    a    cake 
of  ice. 

Nearer  and  nearer  he  sails. 
It  is  a  walrus  asleep  on  the  ice. 
Ooglit  hears  the  walrus  snore. 
He  throws  his  harpoon  quickly. 


31 

He  hits  the  walrus  and  wakes  him. 
The  angry  walrus  tumbles  into  the  watei. 
He  tries  to  upset  the  boat. 
But  he  cannot  do  it. 

37 


Ooglit  kills  him  and  then  fastens  him  to 
the  float. 


"  Come,  Mr.  Walrus,"  he  says,  "  I  will  tow 
you  home." 

32 

Naka  was  waiting  for  her  father. 

She  watched  him  drag  in  the  walrus. 

The  walrus  had  two  long  tusks. 

They  were  as  tall  as  Naka. 

She     put     her     little     brown     hands     on 
them. 

How  white  and  smooth  they  were. 

Her  father  carried  them  home. 

"  Little  Naka    shall   have   a  necklace,"  he 
said. 

"I  will  carve  it  for  her." 

"  And  will  it  be  made  of  the  walrus's  tusks, 
father?" 

38 


"  Yes,  little  girl,  I  will  make  it  of  the  walrus 
tusks." 

Naka  looked  at 
the  smooth,  white 
tusks. 

"Oh,  how  pretty 
it  will  be,"  she 
cried. 

"  I  must  run  home 
and  tell  mother. 

And  what  can  Hans  have  V9 

Her   father    thought    a    mo- 
ment. 
•     "  Hans  shall  learn  to  carve. 

He  can  carve  with  his  new 
knife. 

He    shall   learn    to   carve   a 
top." 


33 

It   is   not   always    dark    and    cold    in   the 
north. 

Summer  comes,  and  the  sun  shines  again. 
It  shines  all  day  and  almost  all  night. 

39 


The    children    have    "  to    go    to    bed    by 
day." 

The  long  winter  night  is  over. 
Slowly  the  snow  house  melts. 
Where  will  Hans  and  Naka  live  now  ? 
Ooglit  builds  a  tent  of  reindeer  skins. 
This  is  their  summer  home. 


34 

The  green  grass  grows  now  for  the  rein- 
deer. 

The  red  poppies  blossom  for  Naka. 
Hans  finds  berries  to  eat. 

40 


Ooglit  brings  home  nets  full  of  fish; 

At  night  the  children  hear  the  owl  calling. 

Hans  and  Naka  are  in  the  tent. 

They  are  lying  on  their  sealskin  bed. 


They  hear  the  hoot,  hoot  of  the  owl. 

"  Oh,  mother,  what  does  the  owl  say  % " 
asks  Naka. 

"  She   is   telling   you    a    story,"  says  their 

mother. 

"  Oh,  mother,  what  is  the  story?  " 

41 


This  is  what  the  owl  is  saying. 

"Listen  and  I  will  tell  you. 

Once  upon  a  time  I  was  a  little  girl. 

I  played  with  dolls  like  Naka. 

But  a  wicked  fairy  changed  me  to  a  bird. 

She  gave  me  a  long  beak. 

Oh,  how  frightened  I  was ! 

35 

"  I  flew  here  and  there  very  fast. 

I  flew  so  fast  that  I  could  not  see  where  T 
was  going. 

I  flew  against  a  snow  house. 

The  ice  wall  was  very  hard. 

It  broke  off  my  long  beak. 

Now  all  owls  have  flat  beaks. 

Hoot,  hoot,  hoot. 

Good  night,  Naka. 

Good  night,  Hans." 


42 


IN    THE  WOODS   WITH   RED    FEATHER 


43 


IN  THE  WOODS  WITH   RED   FEATHER 


Copyright,  1903,  by  Detroit  Photographic  Co. 


Let  us  go  and  play  in  the  woods. 
Perhaps  we  shall  find  a  playmate  there. 

44 


We  will  ask  the  squirrels  about  him. 

"How  do  you  do,  pretty  squirrel? 

Does    a   little    Indian    boy    live    in    these 
woods  %  " 

"Oh,  yes,  Eed 
Feather  lives  here. 

He  is  our  little 
playmate. 

Eed  Feather 
sleeps  in  a  little 
cradle. 

Sometimes  his  mother  hangs  the  cradle  on 
our  oak  tree. 

The  winds  blow  and  rock  the  little  cradle. 

High  and  low  swings  Eed  Feather. 

We  have  holes  in  the  tree. 

They  are  full  of  acorns. 

We  found  them  last  fall. 

Now  we  show  them  to  Eed  Feather. 

Then  Eed  Feather  laughs. 

He  is  a  jolly  playmate. 

See,  his  mother  brings  him  now. 

We    are    glad    to    see     you,    little    play- 
mate." 

45 


Every  day  Red  Feather  played  out  of 
doors. 

The  little  cradle  was  soon  too  small,  for  he 
grew  very  fast. 

He  had  many  playmates  in  the  woods. 


Little  robins  sang  to  him. 

"  Chee,  chee,  chee,"  called  Red  Feather. 

Then  the  robins  sang  another  song. 

They  told  Red  Feather  that  they  had  a  nest 
in  the  tree. 

"I.  laid   four  blue  eggs  in  the  nest,"  sang 
one  robin. 

46 


11  By    and    by    there    will    be    four    baby 
birds. 

That  is  a  secret. 

Do  not  tell,  little  Red  Feather." 


"  Chee,  chee,  chee,"  said  Red  Feather.     "  I 
will  not  tell." 

A  little  rabbit  ran  by. 

"  Oh,  come  and  play  with  me,"  said  Red 
Feather. 

But  the  rabbit  jumped  across  the  path. 

He  would  not  play  with  Red  Feather. 

47 


3 

He  ran  into  the  woods. 

Red  Feather  ran  after  him. 

Jump    went    the    little     rabbit     into     the 
briars. 

All  Red  Feather  could  see  was  his  white 
tail. 

He  jumped  into  the  briars  after  him. 

But  they  pricked  his  bare  feet. 

They  scratched  his  hands. 

Red  Feather  did  not  cry. 

His  mother  had  told  him  there  were  bears 
in  the  wood. 

There  were  wild  foxes  and  wolves. 

If  Red  Feather  cried  they  might  hear. 

Perhaps  they  would  come  and  find  him. 

They  would  eat  him  up. 

So  Red  Feather  never  cried. 

He  was  a  brave  little  Indian. 

"  Good-by,  White  Tailed    Rabbit.     I    am 
going  home,"  he  said. 

"  I  do  not  like  to  play  in  the  briars. 

I  am  going  home  to  my  mother. 

I  will  see  you  again,  some  day." 

48 


4 


Red  Feather  did  not  live  in  a  house* 

He  lived  in  a  big  tent. 

Red  Feather  called  it  his  wigwam. 


\Mi// 

% 

■1 

Bfer 

,1 

.  //  >v  :n    u. 

;•• 

K^Hh 

'in 

He  knew  how  to  make  a  wigwam. 

He  had  watched  his  father  make  one. 

He  had  watched  his  father  cut  down  the 
trees  for  the  poles. 

He  had  watched  him  cut  off  all  the 
branches. 

The  poles  must  be  straight  and  smooth. 

They  must  be  very  long,  too. 


WORLD   AT    WORK    I. 


49 


Eed  Feather  watched  his  father  drive  the 
poles  into  the  ground. 

He  drove  them  in  very  hard. 

5 

"  Watch,  little  Eed  Feather,"  he  said. 

"  Some  day  you  will  be  a  man. 

Then  you  will  have  a  wigwam. 

You  must  learn  to  set  it  up. 

The  wind  blows  hard  in  winter. 

You  must  drive  the  poles  down  hard. 

If  you  don't,  the  wind  will  blow  the  tent 
over. 

Now  the  poles  are  ready. 

Mother  will  cover  them  with  deerskin. 

To-night  we  will  sleep  in  our  new  wig- 
wam. 

Blow,  winds,  blow ! 

You  cannot  blow  our  tent  over." 

6 

Do  you  know  where  Eed  Feather's  mother 
got  the  deerskin? 
Eed  Feather  knows. 

50 


One  day  he  saw  a  live  deer  in  the 
woods. 

The  deer  was  drinking  in  the  river. 

Eed  Feather  came  out  of  the  wood. 

He  came  very  softly,  but  the  deer  heard 
him. 


He  lifted  up  his  head  from  the  water. 
He  looked  at  Eed  Feather  with  two  pretty 
eyes. 

For  a  long  time  he  stood  very  still. 
Then  he  ran  off  into  the  woods. 

51 


7 

Red  Feather  ran  home. 

"  Father,"  he  called,  "  I  saw  a  deer." 

His  father  took  his  bow  and  arrows. 

He  stole  away  into  the  deep  woods. 

He  could  run  as  softly  as  the  deer. 

Red  Feather  sat  in  the  wigwam  door. 

He  was  very  hungry. 

For  three  days  he  had  not  had  any  meat  to 
eat. 

At  last  he  heard  some  one  calling. 

"  Woo-coo-hoo  !     Woo-coo-hoo  !  " 

Red  Feather  jumped  up. 

It  was  his  father's  voice. 

He  ran  into  the  woods. 

He  listened  again. 

"  Woo-coo-hoo  !     Woo-coo-hoo  !  " 

The  voice  was  nearer  now. 

Then  he  saw  his  father. 

He  was  carrying  a  deer  on  his  shoulder. 

"  Run,  Red  Feather,  and  get  some  sticks," 
he  cried. 

"  Tell  mother  we  will  have  a  good  supper." 

Red  Feather  ran  to  his  mother. 
.     52 


8 


"  Mother,  father   has  killed  the   deer/'   he 
shouted. 

"  To-night  we  will  have  a  big  supper. 
Oh,  I  am  as  hungry  as  a  bear." 


"  Then  hurry  and  bring  the  wood,"  said  his 
mother. 

"  We  must  have  a  good  fire  to  cook  the 
deer." 

Red  Feather  made  a  big  pile  of  wood. 

He  brought  his  father  a  sharp  stick. 

"Now,  father,  you  can  make  the  fire." 

His  father  had  a  piece  of  soft  wood. 

He  twirled  the  sharp  stick  on  the  wood. 

53 


Red  Feather  watched  for  the  smoke  to 
come. 

He  blew  it  gently. 

Out  danced  a  little  flame. 

9 

Eed  Feather's  mother  hung  the  big  kettle 
over  the  fire. 

His  father  was  cutting  up  the  deer  meat. 

"Now,  Red  Feather,  run  and  call  all  the 
other  Indians. 

To-night  they  can  all  have  plenty  to 
eat. 

We  will  have  a  party." 

It  grew  very  dark  in  the  woods. 

But  the  fire  burned  brightly. 

The  big  kettle  boiled. 

One  by  one  the  Indians  came. 

They  sat  in  a  big  circle  around  the  fire. 

10 

They  ate  big  pieces  of  the  deer  meat. 
At  last  Red  Feather  could  not  eat  another 
bite. 

54 


He  lay  down  beside  his  father. 
One  of  the  Indians  was  telling  a  story. 
It  was  very  still  in  the  woods. 
The   voice    of  the    Indian    was    deep    and 
low. 


"  Listen  to  the  story  of  Winter  Man. 
Out  of  the  north  he  comes. 
White  is  his  hair,  and  white  is  his  beard. 
White  is  the  horse  he  rides. 
All  about  him  the  snowflakes  are  falling. 
The  north  wind  is  behind  him. 

55 


He  chases  away  the  sun. 
He  covers  the  earth  with  snow. 
Many  weeks  does  Winter  Man  ride  through 
our  woods. 

But  at  last  comes  the  spring. 
The  sun  comes  back. 

11 

" '  Go  away,  Winter  Man,'  calls  the  sun. 

'  I  have  waked  up  the  flowers. 

I  have  called  the  birds. 

Go  back  to  the  north. 

I  am  melting  your  snow. 

You   have   had    your  turn,    and   now   it  is 
mine.' 

So  each  year  comes  Winter  Man. 

So  each  year  the  sun  drives  him  away." 

The  story  was  ended. 

Red  Feather  shivered. 

He  could  feel  Winter  Man  coming. 

The  fire  was  burning  low. 

He  crept  away  into  his  wigwam,  and  rolled 
himself  up  in  a  bearskin. 

He  lay  quite  still,  thinking  of  the  story. 

56 


Through  the  tent   door  he  could   see    the 
Indians  smoking  their  long  pipes. 


The  curls  of  smoke  grew  bigger  and  bigger 
till  Red  Feather  fell  asleep. 

12 

A  loud  noise  woke  Red  Feather  the  next 
morning. 

He  looked  out  of  the  tent  door. 

The  Indians  had  all  gone  home. 

He  and  his  mother  were  alone. 

His  mother  was  pounding  something. 

"  Oh,  mother,  what  are   you  pounding   so 
hard?" 

His  mother  stopped  her  work. 

"  I  am  pounding  the  deerskin,"  she  said. 

"  I  know  a  little  boy  who  is  going  to  have 
a  new  coat." 

13 

Pound,  pound,  pound  fell  the  big  hammer. 
The  deerskin  grew  softer  and  softer. 

57 


Then  Eed  Feather's  mother  tied  it  to  a  big 
frame  to  stretch  it. 

She  scraped  it  with  a  knife. 

Little  Red  Feather  watched  carefully. 


"  Mother,"  he  asked,  "  do  you^  think  I  am 
that  little  boy  9  " 

His  mother  laughed. 
"  We  will  see,"  she  said. 
"  Would  you  like  a  new  suit  ?  " 
"  Oh,  yes,  mother,"  said  Red  Feather. 

58 


14 


Here  is  the  little  boy  who  had  the  new  suit. 

It  is  our  little 
Red   Feather. 

He  had  to  wait 
many  days  for  it. 

His  mother  cov- 
ered it  with  pretty 
blue  and  white 
beads. 

She  made  Red 
Feather  a  string 
of  red   beads. 

Red  Feather's 
little  sister  helped 
cut  the  fringe. 

Isn't  it  a  pretty 
suit? 

Red  Feather  wore 
it  in  the  woods. 

He  called  the  rabbits  and  squirrels. 

"  See  my  pretty  new  suit,"  he  cried. 

"  See  the  white  and  blue  beads. 

See  the  long  fringe." 

59 


g^ 

s*     ' 

fe  \  :f 

■li  ihBmiim  %^i ""   \\ 

15 


Here  is  Eed 
Feather's  sister. 

She  has  a  pretty 
name. 

Can  you  guess 
what  it  is  % 

It  is  Green  Val- 
ley. Green  Val- 
ley has  a  doll. 

Her  father  made 
her  a  cradle  for 
her  doll. 

You  can  see  it 
in  the  picture. 
It   was  just  like  the   cradle  Green  Valley 
slept  in  when  she  was  a  baby. 
There  was  a  strap  to  the  cradle. 
Green  Valley  could  put  the  strap  over  her 
head. 

Then  she  took  her  dolly  to  ride. 
Have  you  ever  seen  an  Indian  doll  % 
Have  you  ever  seen  an  Indian  cradle  % 
Green  Valley  loves  her  doll. 

60 


16 

One  night  Winter  Man  rode  through  the 
woods. 

He  brought  the  cold  winds. 

The  snowstorm  raged  about  him. 

Big  drifts  blew  up  about  the  tent. 

No  birds  sang  in  the  tall  trees. 

All  the  rivers  were  frozen. 

The  forest  animals  crawled  away  to  sleep. 


The  deer  meat  was  all  eaten. 

The  fish  were  deep  down  under  the  ice. 

Red  Feather  and  Green  Valley  grew  very 
hungry. 

Every  morning  their  father  went  into  the 
woods. 

At  night  he  came  sadly  home. 

He  had  found  nothing  to  eat. 

One  day  he  put  on  his  snowshoes. 

"  I  will  go  and  find  a  buffalo/'  he  said. 

"  Then  you  shall  have  enough  to  eat." 

61 


17 

Then  he  and  another  Indian  went  out  to 
hunt. 

Their  quivers  were  very  full  of  arrows. 
They  carried  their  bows  in  their  hands. 


They  could   run  very   fast   on   their  snow- 
shoes. 

Night   came,   but   the    Indians   did  not  re- 
turn. 

All  the  next  day  they  were  gone. 

But  the  third  day  they  came  back. 

They  were  very  tired. 

62 


They  walked  very  slowly. 
But  after  them    they  dragged  a  big  buf- 
falo. 

What  a  good  supper  they  had  that  night ! 

18 

But  the  Indians  were  not  the  only  hungry 
ones  in  the  wood. 

A  great  brown  wolf  woke  up    that   night. 

He,     too,    wanted 
something  to  eat. 

The    ground    was 
white  with  snow. 

The  animals  in  the 
woods  were  all  asleep. 

Where    should  he 
go? 

He  barked  and  barked,  but  no  one  heard 
him. 

He  prowled  through  the  woods  till  he  came 
to  the  Indian  camp. 

The  bright  fire  frightened  him. 

But  he  smelled  the  buffalo  meat. 

How  good  it  smelled. 

63 


How  good  it  would  taste ! 

He  crept  nearer  and  nearer. 

It  was  very  still. 

His  footsteps  were  very  soft  in  the  snow. 

19 

Then  Red  Feather's  father  woke  up. 

He  heard  the  wolf's  soft  steps. 

He  took  his  bow  and  arrows. 

He  ran  to  the  wigwam  door. 

Snap,  snap  flew  the  arrows. 

The  wolf  lay  dead. 

The  other  Indians  came  running  up. 

"  I  killed  him,"  said  Red  Feather's  father. 

"  The  wolf's  skin  is  mine. 

His  skin  shall  keep  us  nice  and  warm." 

20 

So  the  years  went  by  in  the  Indian  camp. 

Red  Feather  no  longer  wore  his  bead 
suit. 

"  I  am  a  big  boy,"  he  said.  "  I  am  almost 
a  man." 

He  was  straight  as  an  arrow. 

64 


His  arm  was  strong  as  a  young  oak. 

He  did  not  play  with  the  birds  and  rabbits. 


He  was  busy  making  a  bow  and  arrows. 

Sometimes  he  wore  a  headdress. 

It  was  made  of  pretty  feathers. 

Eed  Feather  found  them  in  the  woods. 

They  were  the  feathers  of  a  large  bird. 

He  put  some  of  the  feathers  on  his  arrows. 

That  helped  them  to  fly  straight. 


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21 

His  father  no  longer  hunted  alone. 
Red  Feather  always  went  with  him. 
He  taught  the  boy  many  things. 
He  taught  him  to  run  as  softly  as  the  deer. 
He    taught    him    to    stand    as    still    as    a 
squirrel. 

He  showed  him  how  to  aim  his  arrows. 
He  showed  him  how  to  draw  his  bow. 


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22 

Eed  Feather,  too,  had  his  own  canoe. 
He  made  it  himself  of  birch  bark. 
It   was    so    light    that    he    could   carry   it 
alone. 

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Many  a  day  he  went  off  in  his  canoe. 

He  learned  to  paddle  very  softly. 

Sometimes  he  would   pass    a    deer  in  the 
river. 

Sometimes  he  fished. 

Do  you  know  why  he  was  a  good  fisherman'? 

It  was  because 
he  sat  so  still. 

Then  at  night 
he  would  paddle 
home  again. 

23 

Eed  Feather 
always  lived  in 
the   forest. 

He  was  very 
brave. 

He  could  shoot 
farther  than  any 
other   Indian. 

By  and  by  the  old  chief  of  the  tribe  died. 

Then    the    Indians    made     Bed    Feather 
chief. 

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He  wore  a  beautiful  headdress. 

It  was  made  of  eagle's  feathers. 

He  did  not  live  in  his  father's  tent. 

He  had  made  one  of  his  own. 

An  Indian  squaw  is  sitting  in  the  wigwam. 

She  has  a  little  papoose  in  her  lap. 

Can  you  guess  who  it  is  % 

No,  it  is  not  *Green  Valley. 

Green  Valley  has  grown  up  too. 

It  is  Eed  Feather's  little  boy. 

His  mother  is  telling  him  a  story. 

Do  you  know  what  it  is  about  % 

It  is  about  Red  Feather. 

It  is  the  same  story  that  I  have  told  you. 


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IN   THE    PHILIPPINES   WITH   TONDO 


IN   THE   PHILIPPINES   WITH   TONDO 


Did  you  ever  see  a  roof  go  to  walk  ? 

I  am  sure  you  never  did. 

Sometimes  we  have  great  storms  in  America. 

The  winds  blow  so  hard  that  they  blow  the 
roofs  off  the  houses. 

Away  ride  the  roofs  on  the  wind. 

But  wind  does,  not  blow  hard  in  this 
land. 

It  is  a  land  of  flowers  ^nd  sunshine. 

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Do  you  see  the  boys  under  the  roof? 
How  many  can  you  see  ? 
It  is  the  boys,  and  not  the  winds,  that  are 
carrying  off  this  roof. 

2 

They  are  carrying  it  down  the  street. 
Could  you  carry  the  roof  of  your  house  ? 
I  am  afraid  it  is  too  heavy. 
But  this  roof  is  very  light. 
Why  is  it  so  light  ? 
It  is  made  of  bamboo. 
Bamboo  is  the  lightest  wood  in  the  world. 
Bamboo  stalks  are  hollow  like  a  pipe. 
The  roof  is  covered  with  rice  straw. 
Can  you  guess  what  country  this  is  ? 
Bamboo  and  rice  grow  in  China. 
But  this  is  not  a  Chinese  house. 
It  is  a  Filipino  house. 
Peep  under  the  roof. 
There  is  little  Tondo. 

He    is    carrying   his    big    sun    hat    in    his 
hand. 

The  roof  belongs  to  Tondo's  house. 

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Tondo's  father  has  just  built  a  new  house. 

He  cut  the  long  bamboo  stalks. 

Tondo  helped  strip  off  the  leaves. 

Then   they  left   the    stalks   to   dry  in  the 


sun. 


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When  they  were  dry,  Tondo's  father  built 
his  house. 

It  is  not  hard  to  build  the  walls  of  a  bamboo 
house. 

But  a  new  roof  is  hard  to  make. 

The  old  roof  was  still  strong. 

That  is  why  it  went  to  walk. 

It  walked  to  the  new  house. 

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It  will  be  put  on  the  new  house. 
Here  is  Tondo  at  home  with  his  brothers 
and  sisters. 

Can  you  find  Tondo  in  the  picture  ? 


4 

Tondo  is  a  little  brown  boy. 
His  hair  is  as  black  as  ink. 
All  day  long  he  plays  out  of  doors. 
He  does  not  need  to  wear  many  clothes. 
It  is  always  summer  where  Tondo  lives. 
He  has  never  seen  a  snowstorm. 
He  has  no  sled  like  the  Eskimo  boys, 

73 


The  hot  sun  shines  all  the  year. 

That  is  why  Tondo  wears  a  big  hat. 

Tondo  and  his  sister  Loti  make  their  own 
hats. 

What  do  yon  think  they  are  made  of? 

If  you  look  in  the  picture  perhaps  you  can 
tell. 

5 

Some  days  the  hot  sun  forgets  to  shine. 

Black  clouds  gather  in  the  sky. 

Soon  the  rain  begins  to  fall. 

The    chickens    hurry    under    the   bamboo 
trees. 

Tondo  and  Loti  run  home. 

All  day  it  rains. 

AH  the  next  day  it  rains. 

For   many,   many  days  the   sun   does  not 
shine. 

The  streets  are  very  muddy. 

The  ground  is  covered  with  water. 

The  field  by  Tondo's  house  looks   like    a 
lake. 

At  last  the  raindrops  stop  falling. 

Tondo's  father  hurries  out  of  doors. 

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Little  Tondo  and  Loti  run  after  hkn. 
They  are  all  barefoot. 
What  fun  it  is  to  paddle  in  the  puddles ! 
Tondo's  father  harnesses  the  buffalo  to  the 
plow. 

He  is  going  to  plow  the  wet  field. 


6 

The  buffalo  gets  his  feet  wet,  too. 
But  he  likes  it. 

Do    you   remember   the  buffalo    that    Red 
Feather's  father  caught  ? 
That  was  a  wild  buffalo. 
The  Filipino  buffalo  is  very  tame. 

75 


Do  you  know  why  the  buffalo  is  like 
Tondo % 

Because  they  both  like  to  play  in  the 
water. 

Perhaps  you  are  like  the  buffalo,  too. 


Do  you  know  what  Tondo's  father  will  sow 
in  the  field  % 

He  will  sow  rice  seed. 

He  drops  the  seeds  into  the  soft  mud. 

They  begin  to  swell. 

Before    many    days    they    send    up    green 
Sprouts  like  grass. 

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Then  his  father  calls,  "  Come,  Tondo  and 
Loth" 

Everybody  comes  to  help. 

Each  little  plant  must  be  taken  up  and 
planted  in  a  new  place. 

There  it  will  have  more  room  to  grow. 

8 

What  fun  it  is  to  wade  in  the  mud ! 
Would  you  like  to  help  Tondo  % 


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The  rice   sprouts   grow  very  fast   in  their 
new  beds. 

They  drink  up  all  the  water. 

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Tondo's  father  watches  them  grow. 
When  the  rice  is  ripe  he  cuts  it  down. 
He  will  not  let  Tondo  help. 
Tondo  might  cut  his  fingers  with  the  sharp 
sickle. 


9 

See  these  funny  stacks. 
They  are  not  hay,  but  rice  stacks. 
The  sun  is  drying  the  rice. 
Tondo  and  Loti  play  hide  and  seek  in  the 
rice  stacks. 

They  are  sorry  when  the  rice  is  dry. 

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But  they  like  to  watch  the  men  thresh  it. 
The  husks  come  off  and  white  rice  is  left. 


10 


11  Where  are  you  going,  little  Filipino 
boys  ? " 

"  We  are  going  to  town,  little  American 
boy." 


"  And  what  will  you  do  in  town  ?  " 
"We  will  sell  our  rice  straw." 
"  Is  not  your  load  very  heavy  %  " 
"  Oh,  no,  rice  straw  is  very  light." 

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"  Good-by,  little  Filipino  boys. 

I  hope  you  will  sell  your  rice  straw." 

"  Good-by,  little  American  boy." 


11 


"  Pound  and  pound  and  pound  away, 
So  we  make  rice  flour  to-day." 


So  the  boys  sang.     So  the  boys  pounded. 
Tondo's  brown  arm  is  very  strong. 
He  can  pound  very  fast. 
Loti  will  make  a  rice  cake  of  the  flour. 
She  will  bake  it  on  a  hot  stone. 

80 


Hurry  up,  boys,  for  Loti  is  waiting ! 
The  stone  is  hot. 
Hurrah  for  the  rice  cake ! 

12 

Loti  is  a  nice  little  housekeeper. 

She  keeps  the  bamboo  house  clean. 

See  Loti's  broom. 

She  made  it  her- 
self of  dried  grass. 

Tondo  cut  her  a 
bamboo  handle. 

Every  day  she 
sweeps   the   floor. 

Loti  can  wash  the 
dishes,  too. 

Did  you  ever  see 
such  funny  dishes  % 

The  spoons  are  made  of  cocoanut  shells. 

The  pitcher  is  made  of  bamboo. 

And  here  is  Loti's  bed. 

It  is  just  a  bamboo  mat. 

Close  beside  it  is  another  mat. 

Can  you  guess  who  sleeps  there  % 

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13 

Here  are  two  little  washerwomen. 
Why,  it  is  Loti  and  her  playmate. 
Oh,  Loti,  what  a  big  washtub  you  have ! 
Loti  laughs.     "  What  is  a  washtub  %  "  she 
asks. 


"  I  have  never  seen  a  washtub. 

I  always  wash  my  clothes  in  the  river. 

See  my  wooden  paddle.      I  beat  the  clothes 
hard. 

Soon  they  will  be  white  and  clean. 

Then  we  will  spread  them  in  the  sun  to 
dry." 

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14 


When  the   clothes    are   washed    Loti    goes 
home. 

She  dips  her 
jar  in  the  brook. 

She  must 
carry  some  wa- 
ter back  to  the 
house. 

It  is  a  long 
way  back  to  the 
house. 

But  Loti 
knows  the  way. 

It  is  through 
the  bamboo 
woods. 

See  the  queer  bamboo  trees. 

Loti  has  a  little  bamboo  mat  on  her  head. 

She  puts  the  heavy  jug  on  the  mat. 

Stand  up  straight,  little  Loti. 

Stand  up  straight  like  a  bamboo  stalk. 

You   must    not    spill    the    water    on    your 

pretty  dress. 

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15 


"  Go  along,  go  along,  ray  good  buffalo ! 
We  will  never  get  to  town  with  the  logs." 
But  the  buffalo  walks  very  slowly. 
His  load  is  heavy,  and  he  is  hot  and  thirsty. 


Bump,  bump,  comes  the  cart  behind  him. 
Did  you  ever  see  such  a  queer  cart  % 
There  are  no  spokes  in  the  wheels. 
They  are  made  of  solid  wood. 
I  think  you  could  make  a  cart  like  Tondo's. 
But  you  would  not  like  to  ride  in  it. 

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16 

Soon  the  buffalo  begins  to  walk  faster. 

He  almost  runs. 

He  forgets  that  his  load  is  heavy. 

"  See  how  bright  my  buffalo  is,"  says 
Tondo. 

"  He  knows  that  we  are  near  the  river. 

Hurry  up,  good  buffalo ! 

You  shall  go  in  wading. 

And  we  boys  will  go  in,  too." 

They  come  down  to  the  river  bank. 

The  tired  buffalo  stops. 

He  waits  for  Tondo  to  take  off  the  heavy 
yoke. 

The  buffalo  shakes  his  big  head. 

He  has  a  rope  tied  to  his  horn. 

Tondo  holds  fast  to  the  rope* 

Then  he  takes  off  his  own  clothes,  and  boys 
and  buffalo  go  into  the  river. 

17 

What  fun  they  had  in  the  water ! 
The  buffalo  did  not  want  to  come  out. 
Tondo  pulled  and  pulled  on  the  rope. 

85 


He  was  afraid  he  would  pull  the  buffalo's 
horn  off. 

The  buffalo  looked  at  his  master  with  his 

big  eyes. 


"  Oh,  please  let  me  stay  here/'  the  buffalo 
seemed  to  say. 

"  I  like  the  cold  water  better  than  the  hot 


sun. 


But  Tondo  would  not  let  him  stay. 
He  led  him  out  of  the  water. 
He  put  on  the  buffalo's  yoke. 
Again  they  started  for  town. 
Tondo  liked  to  come  to  town. 
He  saw  so  many  new  things. 

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18 

Tondo  has  a  few  pennies  in  his  pocket. 

He  knows  what  he  will  buy. 

By  the  fountain  sits  an  orange  woman. 

She  sits  there  in  the  sun. 

She  sits  there  in  the  rain. 


Her  baskets  are  full  of  oranges. 

"  Oranges    sweet,  oranges  sweet,  who    will 
buy?"  she  calls. 

"I  will,"  cries  Tondo.      "I  will   buy  your 
biggest   orange." 

"  Thank  you,  little  boy,  here  it  is." 

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When  Tondo  had  sold  his  wood  he  drove 
home. 

But  his  cart  was  not  empty. 


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Can  you  guess  what  was  in  it  ? 

It  was  something  that  I  know  you  like. 

It  was  full  of  cocoanuts. 

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Tondo  knew  where  the  cocoanuts  grew. 

They  grew  down  by  the  seashore. 

Tondo  had  seen  the  palm  trees  many 
times. 

So  Tondo  drove  down  to  the  beach. 

He  found  many  men  there. 

Some  were  up  in  the  trees. 

Some  were  gathering  the  cocoanuts. 

All  were  very  busy. 

"Now,  good  buffalo,  we  will  rest,"  said 
Tondo. 

He  left  the  buffalo  in  the  shade. 

Then  he  ran  along  the  beach. 

20 

Oh,  happy  Tondo ! 
What  a  feast  you  have ! 
Tondo  broke  open  a  cocoanut  and  drank 
the  cool  milk. 

Then  he  filled  his  cart  full  of  cocoanuts. 
Do  you  know  what  he  will  do  with  them? 
He  will  eat  the  sweet  meat. 
His  mother  will  use  the  shells  to  burn. 

So  Tondo  drove  home  with  his  cocoanuts. 

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21 


How 

you    like 
fishing  ? 

I    should    like 
very  much  to  go. 

Well,  jump  into  the  boat. 

Look  out,  don't  step  on  the  fish  trap. 

Why,  where  is  it  % 

See,  there  it  is.     It  looks  like  a  cage. 


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The  fish  swim  into  it. 
They  cannot  find  the  way  out. 
We  will  set  it  in  the  water. 

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The  fishing  rods  are  very  light. 

They  are  made  of  bamboo,  you  know. 

Have  you  the  bait  ? 

Yes,  here  it  is. 

I  have  our  lunch,  too. 


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Here  is  another  fisherman. 
He  fishes  near  the  shore  where  the  water 
is  shallow. 

Little  fishes  swim  in  the  shallow  water. 

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See  the  fisherman's  queer  scoop  net. 
See  the  long  bamboo  pole. 
He  walks  along  in  the  water. 
He  scoops  up  the  little  fishes. 
"  Good-by,   fisherman. 
We  are  going  fishing,  too." 

23 

Here  we  are  on  the  shore  again. 
Now  what  shall  we  do  1 
"  Oh,  Tondo,  will  you  dive  for  us  ? 
See,  we  will  throw  a  penny  into  the  water." 
Tondo  dives  into  the  water  like  a  fish. 
He  brings  the  penny  up  in  his  mouth. 
"  Good-by,    Tondo.       Some    day   we    will 
come  again." 


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IN   ALASKA   WITH    OLA 


IN   ALASKA   WITH    OLA 


"  Softly,  softly,  Ola." 
The  little  Indian  girl  lifted  her  paddle. 
She  dipped  it  in  the  blue  water  again. 
"  There,  father,  was  that  better  ? 
I  did  not  make  a  sound." 
"  Yes,  that  is  right. 
You  paddle  now  like  a  true  Indian. 
Even  the  deer  could  not  hear  you." 
The  canoe  glided  quickly  up  the  river. 
The  river  was  wide  and  deep. 

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2 

On  both  banks  rose  the  tall  cedar  trees. 
Their  branches  seemed  to  touch  the  sky. 
High  bushes  bent  over  the  river. 
The  Indian  told  Ola  to  paddle  to  the  right 
bank. 

Ola  steered  the  canoe  into  the  bushes. 

Softly  the  Indian  stepped  out. 

"  You  must  hide  here,  Ola,"  he  said. 

"  There  is  a  big  bear  den  near  by. 

But  no  other  Indian  knows  it. 

It  is  just  our  secret." 

3 

He  stole  away  into  the  woods. 

Little  Ola  lay  very  still  in  the  canoe. 

By  and  by  she  saw  another  canoe  coming. 

It  came  nearer  and  nearer. 

Ola  peeped  out  from  the  bushes. 

There  was  an  Indian  in  the  canoe. 

But  he  did  not  see  Ola. 

Wasn't  she  a  quiet  little  girl ! 

Deep  in  the  woods  her  father  found  bear 

tracks. 

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He  knelt  down  and  looked  at  them. 

They  were  very  large. 

They  were  fresh  tracks,  too. 

Close  beside  them  the  Indian  set  his  trap. 

Then  he  went  back  to  the  canoe. 


Ola  was  lying  very,  very  still. 
Perhaps  you  can  guess  why. 


She  had  fallen  asleep. 
The  Indian  did  not  wake  her. 
He  began  to  cut  bark  from  the  cedar  trees. 
When  he  had  filled  the  canoe  full  he  pad- 
dled home. 

Then  Ola  woke  up. 

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How  fast  she  was  sailing  down  the  river ! 

"  Oh,  father,   I    am    sorry  that   I   went    to 
sleep/'  she  cried. 

"  I  wanted  to  help  get 
the  cedar  bark." 

"  Never  mind,"  said  the 
Indian. 

"  You  can  help  use  the 
bark. 

Your  mother  will  make 
me  a  new  cedar  vest. 

That  is  too  hard  for  a  little  girl  to  make. 

But  you  can  make  me  a  basket." 

"  Oh,  yes,"  said  Ola,  "  I  can  make  a  basket. 

And  will  you  carry  your  fish  in  it,  father  %  " 

"Yes  ;  I  will  fill  it  with  fish  for  little  Ola's 
supper." 


"Many  years  ago,"  said  the  Indian,  "I 
came  up  this  same  river. 

I  was  in  a  big  canoe  with  many  other 
Indians. 

We  cut  down  the  biggest  tree  in  the  wood. 

What  a  loud  noise  it  made  as  it  fell ! 


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Then  we  cut  the  tree  into  boards. 
Do  you  know  what  we  did  with  the  boards, 
Ola? 

We  brought  them  home." 

"  And  you  built  our  house,"  cried  Ola. 

"  Right  you  are,  Ola. 

That  was  the  way  I  built  our  house." 

They  were  almost  home  now. 

Ola  could  see  the  tops  of  the  totem  poles. 


6 


Did  you  ever  see  any  totem  poles  1 
They  are  very,  very  queer. 

98 


Ola  has  seen  many  in  her  village. 

Nearly  every  house  has  a  totem  pole. 

It  tells  who  lives  inside  the  house. 

The  poles  are  carved  like  queer  animals 
and  birds. 

Some  are  carved  like  ravens. 

The  people  in  that  house  belong  to  the 
ravens'  tribe. 

Here  is  Ola's  house. 

Her  father  carved  three  beavers  on  his 
totem  pole. 

So  you  see  Ola  belongs  to  the  beaver  tribe. 

Can  you  find  the  three  beavers  % 

One  of  them  is  holding  a  stick  in  its  claws. 

7 

Ola  has  a  little  playmate,  Weda. 
Weda  belongs  to  the  bear  tribe. 
Weda  told  Ola  a  story  about  the  bear. 
Long,  long   ago    a   man   went   up   in   the 
mountains. 

A  big  black  bear  met  the  man. 
He  asked  the  man  to  come  home  with  him. 
The  man  was  very  cold. 

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He  knew  that  the  bear  lived  in  a  warm  cave. 
So  he  went  home  with  the  bear. 
The  bear  was  very  good  to  the  man. 
He  taught  him  how  to  catch  salmon. 
The  man  lived  with  the  bear  two  years. 


Then  he  went  back  to  his  own  home. 
But  his  people  did  not  know  him. 
He  looked  just  like  a  bear. 
He  could  not  speak  any  more. 
When  he  tried,  he  growled  like  the  bear. 
He  could  eat- only  raw  meat. 

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Sometimes   he   walked    on   his   hands   and 

knees. 

8 

All  the  people  were  afraid  of  him  except 
one  man. 

This  man  took  him  home. 

He  rubbed  him  with  magic  herbs  until  his 
fur  dropped  off. 

He  began  to  talk. 

At  last  he  was  a  real  man  once  more. 

He  never  went  back  to  live  in  the  bear 
den. 

But  when  he  was  in  want  he  called  to  the 
bear. 

Sometimes  in  winter  he  had  no  food. 

The  rivers  were   frozen    so    hard   that   he 
could  not  fish. 

Then  he  called  the  bear. 

The  bear  came  out  of  the  woods. 

He  broke  the  ice  with  his  big  claws,  and 
caught  fish  for  the  man. 

So  the  Indian  loved  the  bear. 

He  loved  him  so  much  that  he  carved  the 
bear  on  his  totem  pole. 

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That  totem  pole  stands  by  Weda's  house 


now. 


For   this    Indian  was   Weda's    great-great- 
grandfather. 


9 


Ola  and  her  father  came  down  the  beach 
together. 


"  I  wonder  what  mother  is  doing,"  said  Ola. 
"  I  can  guess,"  replied  her  father. 
"  She  is  weaving  a  basket." 
Ola  ran  on  ahead. 

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Yes;  her  father  was  right. 

There  was  her  mother  sitting  outside  the 
house. 

She  was  weaying  a  red  cedar  basket. 

Close  beside  her  hung  the  baby  in  his 
cradle. 

The  cradle  had  a  long  rope  to  it. 

Ola's  mother  had  tied  the  rope  to  her  toe. 

10 

She  pulled  the  string  with  her  toe. 
Kock-a-by,  rock-a-by  went  the  cedar  cradle. 
And  all  the  time  her  fingers  worked. 
A  cedar  box  full  of  water  stood  beside  her. 
She  soaked  the  cedar  strips  in  it. 
That  made  them    soft   so  that  she    could 
weave  them. 

Ola  looked  into  the  water. 
There  were  only  a  few  strips  left. 
"  Oh,  mother,  it  is  almost  done/'  she  cried. 
"  Yes;  and  baby  is  fast  asleep. 
Now  we  will  have  supper." 
They  went  into  the  house  together. 
A  big  fire  was  burning  there. 

103 


Large  stones  lay  in  the  fire. 

They  were  very  hot  now. 

What  do  yon  think  Ola's  mother  did  with 
them  1 

She  pnt  them  in  a  box  of  water. 

That  is  the  way  she  heated  the  water. 

Then  she  put  her  fish  in  the  hot  water. 

The  fish  were  soon  boiled  for  supper. 

Ola  was  very  hungry. 

She  thought  boiled  fish  the  best  supper  in 
the  world. 

11 

Out-of-doors  the  winds  began  to  blow. 

Ola  could  hear  them  in  the  red  cedars. 

She  put  on  her  warm  blanket  and  lay 
down  beside  the  fire. 

There  was  a  hole  in  the  roof  of  the  house. 

Ola  watched  the  smoke  go  up  through  the 
hole. 

The  smoke  looked  like  a  white  river. 

Ola  thought  she  was  sailing  up  it  in  her 
canoe. 

So  she  sailed  into  dreamland. 

104 


12 


Her  father,  too,  put  on  his  blanket. 
His  was  a  story  blanket. 
Would  you  like  to  see  a  picture  of  it  ? 
This  is  the  story  it  tells. 


"  One  bright,  sunny  day  three  Indians  went 
hunting. 

One  Indian  went  in  his  canoe. 

The  others  went  afoot. 

The  Indian  in  the  canoe  found  tracks 
around  the  lake. 

He  knew  they  were  the  tracks  of  the  loon. 

105 


Now  the  loon  had  always  been  good  to  the 
Indian,  so  he  did  not  hurt  the  loons. 
The  other  Indians  found  a  deer. 
The  deer  tried  to  run  away. 

13 

"  But  the  Indians  followed. 

They  shot  the  deer  as  they  ran. 

Swift  flew  their  arrows. 

The  deer  fell  down  dead. 

But  two  bears  were  watching. 

They  saw  the  deer  fall. 

■  What  a  good  supper  we  will  have ! '  they 
said ;  '  one  deer  and  two  Indians.' 

They  stole  up  behind  the  Indians. 

But  the  Indians  heard  their  footsteps  and 
turned  and  shot  the  bears. 

Two  happy  Indians  went  home  that  night. 

They  sat  by  the  fire  and  smoked  their  long 
pipes. 

It  had  been  good  hunting." 

Ola's  father  calls  this  his  hunting  blanket. 

He  wears  it  when  he  goes  to  hunt. 

He  thinks  it  will  bring  him  good  luck. 

106 


14 

The  next  day  it  rained. 
Ola  heard  the  patter,   patter  on  the  roof 
when  she  woke  up. 

She  could  not  go  out  of  doors. 

"But  I  know  what  I'll  do/'  she  said. 

"  I  will  weave  a  basket." 

She  brought  out  a  pile  of  spruce  roots. 

All  day  she  worked  on  the  basket. 

This  is  the  pattern  she  wove  in  the  basket. 

Can    you    guess    what  

I  will  tell  you.  ^^^^g^^^  ^ 

It  is  a  bear's  foot. 
The  white  space  is  the  sole  of  the   bear's 
foot. 

The  dark  lines  are  his  claws. 
Many  days  it  rained. 
Every  day  Ola  worked  on  the  basket. 
At  last  it  was  done. 

15 

She  waited  for  her  father  to  come  in. 
Then  she  ran  to  show  him  the  basket. 

107 


"  See,  father,  what  a  pretty  basket  I  have 

made." 

Then  she  whis- 
pered something  in 
his  ear. 

This  is  what  she 
whispered : 

"Do  you  see  the 
pattern   on   my  bas- 
ket, father? 
What  do  you  think  the  pictures  are  % 
They  are  pictures  of  a  bear's  feet. 
They  are  the  feet  of  the  bear  that  lives  up 
in  the  woods. 

They  are  coming  down  to  our  trap. 
When  we  go   to   the  trap   we  wall  find  a 
bear  in  it. 

We  will  take  the  bear  home  with  us. 
How  pleased  mother  will  be ! 
But  it  is  a  secret,  father. 
You  must  not  tell  until  we  find  the  bear." 
"  All  right,"  said  the  Indian. 
"  It  is  a  part  of  our  secret,  and  I  will  never, 
never  tell." 

108 


16 


At  last   the  rain  stopped,   and  the    bright 
sun  shone  again. 

The  Indians  came  out  of  their  houses. 
Ola  ran  down  the  beach. 


She  threw  off  her  blanket  and  ran  into  the 
water. 

It  was  very  cold,  but  Ola  liked  it. 

She  could  swim  like  a  fish. 

Along  the  beach  lay  the  big  canoes. 

The  Indians  were  getting  them  ready  to  go 
fishing. 

109 


17 

Ola's  father  had  the  biggest  canoe  on  the 
beach. 

It  was  much  larger  than  the  one  Ola 
paddled. 

That  was  a  bark  canoe,  but  this  canoe  was 
made  of  a  red  cedar  tree. 

It  was  made  from  one  of  the  biggest  trees 
in  the  woods. 

Ola's  father  cut  it  down. 

He  cut  a  big  log  from  the  tree  trunk. 

Then  he  began  to  hollow  out  the  log. 

It  took  him  many,  many  days  to  do  it. 

One  night  the  rain  filled  the  hollow  with 
water. 

Then  the  Indian  put  some  hot  stones  in  the 
water. 

Great  clouds  of  white  steam  arose. 

18 

The  steam  swelled  the  wood  so  that  the 
Indian  could  shape  it. 

Then  he  put  on  the  pointed  ends. 
He  smoothed  and  painted  it. 

110 


Now  it  was  ready  to  use. 
A   big  crowd  of  Indians  can   sail  in    this 
canoe. 

Here  they  go  now ! 


Ola  is  in  the  canoe. 

It  takes  many  paddles  to  row  it. 

But  there  are  many  hands  to  help. 


19 

Do  you  know  where  they  are  going  % 
They  are  going  salmon  fishing. 
The  river  is  high  after  the  rain. 
It  is  full  of  salmon. 

The  Indians  have  set  traps  in  the  water. 

Ill 


You  can  see  them  in  the  picture. 
The  pretty  salmon  swim  into  the  traps. 
They  cannot  find  their  way  out  again. 
So   the  poor   salmon  have  to   stay  in  the 
traps. 


20 

The  big  canoe  sailed  up  to  the  traps. 
Already  they  were  full  of  fish. 
Ola  was  sorry  for  the  poor  fish. 
Her  father  was  ready  with  his  net. 
He  let  it  down  into  the  trap. 

112 


When  he  brought  it  up  it  was  full  of 
fish. 

Ola  could  see  their  bright  scales  through 
the  fish  net. 

Again  and  again  the  Indian  let  down  his 
net. 

Each  time  he  drew  it  up  full. 

When  the  traps  were  emptied  they  sailed 
home  again. 

What  can  the  Indians  do  with  so  many 
salmon  ? 

Surely  they  cannot  eat  them  all. 

But  the  Indians  know  what  to  do  with  the 
fish. 

21 

The  long  winter  is  coming  when  the  rivers 
will  freeze. 

There  will  be  no  fishing  then. 

So  every  summer  the  Indians  dry  a  great 
many  fish. 

They  will  eat  these  fish  in  the  winter. 

The  big  canoe  sailed  safely  home. 

The  children  jumped  out. 

They  helped  unload  the  fish. 


WORLD    AT    WORK    I 


.-8       113 


Then  they  hung   them   on  big   frames  to 
dry. 

Ola  and  Weda  helped  string  the  fish. 
They  worked  side  by  side  on  the  beach. 


22 

While  they  worked  they  begged  for  a  story. 

"  Oh,  mother,  please  tell  us  about  Salmon 
Boy." 

Mother  had  told  the  story  many  times,  but 
she  told  it  again. 

"  Once  upon  a  time  a  woman  caught  a  large 
salmon. 

She  took  it  home  and  cut  it  open. 

114 


What  do  you  think  was  inside  %  " 

"  A  little  boy,"  shouted  Ola  and  Weda. 

"  Yes ;  there  was  a  little  boy. 

Now  the  woman  had  another  little  boy. 

He  and  Salmon  Boy  grew  up  together. 

They  used  to  play  on  the  river  bank. 

One  day  they  built  a  hut  there. 

They  made  bows  and  arrows  to  shoot 
birds. 

Then  Salmon  Boy  sent  the  other  boy  home. 

'  Come  to-morrow  with  your  canoe/  he  said. 
.   i  But  you  must  shout  before  you  come. 

If  you  forget,  I  shall  die.' 

23 

"  The  next  day  the  boy  came  back. 
He  shouted  as  he  came  to  the  hut. 
i  Come  in,'  said  Salmon  Boy. 
The  hut  was  full  of  birds. 
The  bovs  filled  the  canoe  with  them. 
Then  the  Indian  boy  paddled  home. 
The  Indians  were  waiting  for  him. 
They  helped  him  carry  the  birds  home. 
His  mother  had  the  stones  hot. 

115 


She  put  them  in  the  water. 
How  good  the  birds  smelled  as  they  cooked! 
Every  day  after  this  he  went  to  the  hut. 
He  always  shouted  as  he  came  near. 
Salmon  Boy  was  always  waiting  for  him. 
The  hut  was  always  full  of  birds. 
But   one    day   the    Indian    boy    forgot   to 
shout. 

He  opened  the  door  of  the  hut. 

No  birds  were  there. 

Only  a  big  salmon  lay  on  the  floor." 

24 

A  party,  a  party  to-night ! 
Happy  little  Ola  clapped  her  hands. 
Winter  had  come  to  the  Indian  village. 
The  Indians  could  not  go  canoeing  now. 
But  Ola's  father  had  plenty  to  eat. 
So  he'  said  he  would  have  a  wolf  dance. 
Little  Ola  sat  in  a  corner  by  her  mother. 
One  by  one  the  Indians  came  in. 
Some  of  them  had  big  drums. 
The  drummers  all  sat  down  by  the  wall. 
Then  came  the  singers. 

116 


Where  were  the  dancers  % 

Ola  knew. 

She  could  hear  them  behind  the  curtain. 

In  the  middle  of  the  room  was  the  big  fire. 

The  drums  began  to  beat. 

The  singers  began  to  sing. 

Then  one  by  one  came  the  dancers. 


25 

They  had  big  wolf  heads  on. 
Rub-a-dub-dub !     Rub-a-dub-dub ! 
Around  the  fire  danced  the  dancers. 
Ola  clapped  her  hands. 

"  Oh,  mother,  they  are  like  real,  live  wolves. 

117 


See  how  they  hold  their  hands." 
Eub-a-dub-dub !     Eub-a-dub-dub ! 
Then  each  dancer  sat  down  on  the  floor. 
That  was  the  end  of  the  dance. 

26 

But  they  were  hungry  wolves. 

Ola  and  her  mother  had  made  a  big  feast. 

The  Indians  sat  around  the  fire. 

Long  into  the  night  they  ate. 

Then  they  all  went  home. 

The  party  was  over. 


118 


FOR   THE   TEACHER 


119 


SUGGESTIONS   FOR  HAND   WORK 

(To  be  done  by  the  children  in  connection  with  the  reading) 

ESKIMO    HAND   WORK 

An  Eskimo  village  is  made  by  covering 
the  sand  table  with  white  cloth,  or  frosted 
cotton,  and  then  making  the  snow  houses 
either  from  the  cotton,  or  from  clay  molded 
into  shape  and  painted  white.  The  Eskimos 
and  all  the  animals,  such  as  the  seals,  bears, 
dogs,  and  reindeer,  can  be  modeled  from  clay 
as  the  children  come  to  them  in  the  lessons, 
and  then  set  up  in  the  sand  table  village. 

The  dog  sled  is  easily  made  of  wood ;  the 
harness  of  string  and  pieces  of  chamois  skin ; 
the  whip  of  a  stick  and  cord  attached ;  a  har- 
poon of  a  pointed  stick ;  and  the  scene  of  the 
Eskimo  going  hunting  can  then  be  acted  out 
on  the  sand  table. 

Make    one    snow    house    larger    than    the 

others    and   leave   the   roof  off   so    that  the 

121 


children  can  fit  up  the  interior.  Model  the 
ice  bench  from  clay,  paint  it  white,  and  then 
cover  it  with  a  piece  of  fur.  Make  the  lamp 
of  clay,  using  some  dry  moss  for  a  wick. 
Make  a  wooden  frame  on  which  to  roast  the 
meat,  and  one  for  drying  the  wet  clothes. 
A  stick  and  a  cardboard  disk  make  a  simple 
top. 

To  represent  the  summer  scene,  tents  can 
be  made  of  burlap.  The  boats  will  probably 
be  too  difficult  for  the  children  to  make,  but 
they  are  good  subjects  for  drawing  lessons. 
Fish  nets  are  made  by  knotting  cord. 

The  lessons  on  the  snowbirds,  children 
coasting,  the  baby  in  her  mother's  hood,  the 
bear  with  her  cubs,  etc.,  can  be  illustrated  by 
the  children,  either  on  the  blackboard,  or  at 
their  seats  with  brush  or  pencil. 

INDIAN   HAND   WORK 

Set  up  a  forest  on  the  sand  table  by  using 

twigs  for   trees,  and  leave  a  clearing  in  the 

center   for   the    Indian    encampment.     Model 

the  squirrel  and  rabbit   from    clay.     Make  a 

122 


clay  papoose  and  strap  it  to  a  piece  of  wood 
with  strips  of  cloth. 

As  the  lesson  on  the  wigwam  is  read,  have 
the  children  set  up  in  the  clearing  a  tent 
made  of  branches  tied  together  at  the  top, 
and  covered  with  unbleached  muslin.  Out- 
side the  tent,  put  the  pile  of  twigs  with  a  clay 
kettle  hanging  over  them. 

The  process  of  making  fire  by  twirling  a 
sharp  stick  on  a  piece  of  soft  wood  can  be 
illustrated  to  the  class  by  the  teacher. 

To  show  actual  cooking,  take  the  children 
outdoors,  build  a  bonfire,  and  roast  meat  or 
fish. 

The  frame  for  stretching  the  skins  should 
be  made  and  a  piece  of  chamois  put  into 
it,  to  show  the  process  of  tanning.  Snow- 
shoes  are  made  of  a  pliable  branch,  with  the 
ends  tied  together  and  strapped  with  cord. 
Make  clay  pipes,  wooden  arrows,  and  bark 
canoes. 

The  children  can  make  simple  Indian  cos- 
tumes for  themselves :  coats  of  unbleached 
muslin  with  painted  designs  on  them,   head- 

123 


dresses  of  cardboard  bands  and  feathers, 
quivers  of  cloth,  and  strings  of  beads.  When 
these  are  made,  let  the  class  dress  up  in  them 
and  sing  Indian  songs,  or  dance  Indian 
dances. 

The  robin  and  nest,  the  Indians  sitting 
about  the  fire,  the  story  of  Winter  Man,  and 
of  Red  Feather  in  his  canoe  are  good  compo- 
sitions for  art  work. 

FILIPINO   HAND   WORK 

A  Filipino  house  is  so  simple  in  construc- 
tion that  the  children  can  build  one  large 
enough  so  that  they  can  actually  go  inside. 
Use  strips  of  soft  wood  for  the  walls  and  foun- 
dation of  the  roof,  and  then  cover  the  roof 
with  straw.  Build  the  roof  separately,  and 
then  let  the  children  carry  it  to  the  house,  as 
in  the  first  lesson  of  the  Filipino  stories. 

If  preferred,  the  children  can  build  a  num- 
ber of  small  houses  and  set  up  a  village  on 
the  sand  table.  At  any  rate,  some  sand- 
table  pictures  should  be  set  up. 

If  the  sand  table  is  one  that  holds  water, 

124 


flood  it  to  form  the  rice  swamp.  Make  a 
rough  plow  of  two  pieces  of  wood,  attach 
the  clay  oxen,  and  act  out  the  plowing 
of  the  field.  Plant  rice  in  a  window  box  or 
the  greenhouse,  and,  when  it  is  sprouted, 
transplant  to  the  sand  table.  Boil  the  rice, 
and  bake  rice  cakes  after  the  children  have 
made  rice  flour. 

Make  the  broom  from  a  bunch  of  dried 
grass  tied  to  a  bamboo  stick.  Weave  grass 
mats  and  hammocks. 

The  boys  will  have  little  difficulty  in  mak- 
ing a  wooden  cart  with  solid  wheels,  and  the 
buffalo  yoke. 

On  another  part  of  the  sand  table  model 
the  river,  using  water,  glass,  or  paper  painted 
blue,  and  work  out  the  lesson  of  Loti  washing 
the  clothes.  Carve  the  paddle  from  wood, 
and  make  the  water  jars  of  clay. 

In  connection  with  the  lessons  on  the  cocoa- 
nut,  the  real  fruit  should  be  shown  the  chil- 
dren, and  they  should  have  an  opportunity 
to  drink  the  milk,  taste  the  meat,  burn  the 
shells,  and  do  some  simple  cooking. 

125 


ALASKA   INDIAN   HAND   WORK 

The  Alaska  Indian  village  can  be  worked 
out  on  the  sand  table  almost  lesson  by  lesson. 
First,  make  the  river  as  described  in  the 
preceding  story,  and  set  up  the  woods  along 
the  banks.  Make  a  bark  canoe  and  put  two 
paper  figures  in  it. 

Deep  in  the  woods  build  a  cave  of  stones 
for  the  bears.  Make  the  bears'  tracks  coming 
down  to  the  -river. 

Sail  the  canoe  down  the  stream  to  the 
village.  Model  the  ocean  and  the  stony  shore. 
Make  the  houses  of  soft  pieces  of  wood  nailed 
together.  Make  the  totem  poles  of  clay  or 
soft  wood,  and  paint  them. 

Weave  simple  baskets  of  birch  bark  and 
blankets  of  wool. 

Draw  and  paint  blankets  and  Indian 
designs. 

The  method  of  heating  water  by  putting 
hot  stones  in  it  can  be  shown  the  children 
by  the  teacher.  The  process  of  hollowing 
out  a  log  to  make  a  canoe  can  also  be  done 
by  the  teacher  before  the  class. 

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Let  the  children  make  bark  canoes  and  the 
frames  for  drying  the  fish,  and  set  them  up 
along  the  shore.  As  suggested  in  the  other 
lessons,  the  fish  and  animals  can  all  be  drawn 
and  modeled  in  clay. 


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